#lovesake

So, this was where Lord Adrian was staying. Miklós looked up at the Belmont manor with a somewhat nostalgic expression. His eyebrows were furrowed as he stood there, lost in memories of a time so long ago. Had it really been so long since he’d seen this place? Miklós hands were folded in front of his stomach politely as he approached, only releasing so that he might rap his knuckles against the door.

He stopped right before making contact, hearing footsteps approaching. A familiar scent wafted to his nose and he turned his head to look. A smile grew across his face.

“Arikado, I just remembered something you might want to add to your report,” Soma said, pushing the door open thoughtlessly. It’d been only a day since the fall of Celia’s mockup Dracula’s Castle, and everyone was currently in some sort of safe house while Arikado’s people investigated things further.

Soma was a man who thought he was pretty good at respecting others’ privacy. He didn’t like to intrude where he wasn’t wanted. That’s why Soma felt so bad about how he’d just trapsed into Arikado’s room. He usually knew better, but... mistakes happened and Soma readied himself to apologize. That was, until he saw Arikado’s image fall apart like shards of glass, revealing an entirely new person.

“What’s going on?” Soma’s voice went cold and his hand instinctively went to his sword. He didn’t draw it yet, keeping his eyes locked on the apparent impersonator. He could feel strong, inhuman magic power from him, like a dam had burst. But it was familiar, hadn’t Soma felt a year ago when he’d confronted him in the real castle? “Prove to me that you’re Arikado.”

@lovesake​ said: “Can’t reach it now, can you?” (excuse me for sneaking in here--) Height sentence starters [Accepting!]

🙞 “Ha ha, how hilarious,” she retorts, clearly not amused. “Can I have my book back now? I was in the middle of reading that before you put it on the highest damn shelf. Of the entire house.” 🙝

@lovesake​ said: ‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing  ’ ( w-werewolf....... ) || BETWEEN YOU AND THESE BONES

“Such is the man to which you swore your love. Such is the man to which you swore your troth. He is before you less a man now than even the night he was born to kill.” And was born again a part of it; there is a great, cosmic irony to the thought of it that could make even Trevor himself wish to laugh for--how very close to it he comes when his mouth opens to a grin, all teeth and fang and the new, paler blue of the Belmont’s eyes as the beast dragged behind him in hand is left slumped in the wind-blown grass.

“Does that change us, Alucard?” For there is something better to pursue. Blood wetting his cheek is smeared away on the back of one gloved hand, the other reachng with careful patience to smooth over the white-gold of Alucard’s moonlit hair. A growl scorches the air, low and intimate against the shell of the man’s ear.

@lovesake​ said: with you i’d dance in a storm || 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔

“Then dance with me.” His voice begs the dhampir to his feet as much as Trevor’s tugging hands, folded tight into the spaces between Alucard’s fingers to draw him out from the precious little shelter of the porch and out into the warm summer rain that shines the evening with tears. But there is only wild, roguish joy in the Belmont’s storm-blue eyes, his soul filled with the smell of clean earth and lightning shine and love.

@lovesake​ said: [ CHECK ] || protective action prompts.

            “Alucard...” Though be if for pain’s sake or defeat’s, Trevor finds himself beyond arguing. Little point to it even when there is something very obviously wrong, the white of Trevor’s shirt swelling red with blood under a grasping hand that only too soon loses all hope of hiding it. Alucard’s hands by far are quicker, deft and knowing in all their concern as they pull the collar aside to eye where the skin beneath lies open. Nowhere new, thankfully enough--but the stretch of a familiar wound carving him open from collarbone to ribcage heaves heavy and dark with blood from where its seams gape open.